Chapter 205
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"How dare you!"
Bei Sansan's eyes turned black, and his soul almost jumped out of his head in fright!
He knew that he was indeed in the wrong, but seeing that she was going to attack the bamboo garden, Bei Sansan was still furious.
Because Senior Brother Jiu was in the bamboo garden, and because of the fire deviation, he was struggling with his inner demons. If he was disturbed by the beast fire, his mind would be in chaos and he would die!
"I regret it so much. I didn't know that there was someone in this world who could cause more trouble than me! Zhen Xiaoxiao, you are really powerful! "
Bei Sansan took a step back and opened his arms to block the bamboo garden.
"But no matter how arrogant you are, you can only stop here today!"
The little boy smiled gloomily. No one knew why, but that strange smile appeared on the face of an eight or nine-year-old child, which was really chilling.
"I... I have never seen Senior Brother Bei with such an expression." Cai Xia and Gao Xuan looked horrified.
"Ancestral Dragon, Wind Stopping Kill!"
Before everyone could react, Bei Sansan let out a blood-sobbing cry!
Rip!
His robe was torn, revealing the little boy's white and tender body, but his delicate skin was suddenly covered by a layer of fine white scales!
A pair of azure wings stretched out behind Bei Sansan, and a long dragon tail appeared under his feet!
His aura as a cultivator was dissipating, and what replaced it was a majestic beast pressure!
This pressure was so strong that it overturned the crocodile cubs and pressed the Concealed Blood Crocodile into the mud. The Concealed Blood Crocodile, who was half a step away from the Opening Light realm, couldn't even raise its head!
"Ancestral Dragon Soul!"
The disciples of the Flying Dragon Temple fell on both sides in disorder. Their eyes were wide open, and they looked stunned.
The legendary ancestor of the Flying Dragon Temple was a White-scaled Wind-winged Snake that almost turned into a dragon.
This beast once had a cultivation base comparable to that of a powerful cultivator of a high sect. Unfortunately, when it was forming its Nascent Soul, its core cracked, and its body collapsed.
However, a trace of its soul still managed to return to the Flying Dragon Temple and slept in the ancestral temple all year round. In the endless years, there were two temple masters in the Flying Dragon Temple who could resonate with its soul.
It had been two hundred years since the Flying Dragon Temple had produced an Ancestral Dragon Soul Cultivator. Everyone thought that the Ancestral Dragon Soul had perished, but they never expected that the successor of this generation was actually the little boy Tai Sansan!
Borrowing strength from the beast was a profound beast technique. Although the experts of the Flying Dragon Temple used to have their own beasts, after six years of hard fighting, their beasts were either swallowed by the Crocodile Demon or killed in battle. Not many of them were left.
Among the high-ranking disciples, only Cai Xia Fairy still had a Scarlet Tiger in her body.
However, her use of the tiger's might was only the might of her right hand transforming into a tiger's palm.
There was no one like Bei Sansan who could completely exhale the pressure of the Wind-Winged Serpent Ancestor at the peak of the Opening Light Realm after his cultivation had dropped!
However, he had never used this trump card on the battlefield for six years. One could imagine how much he would have to pay to use it today.
The Hidden Blood Crocodile was crushed by a beast soul that was one realm higher. It crawled on the ground and groaned in pain. The Yin Yang Fishman in its eyes quickly dispersed like flying snow.
A terrifying killing move was brewing in the air. This wasn't Bei Sansan's divine ability, but the Wind-Winged Serpent Emperor's God's Sigh that could destroy all winds.
"Zhen Xiaoxiao! Die! "
Bei Sansan's will to protect the bamboo garden caused his entire soul to burn.
"Damn it, I'm standing on the wrong side!" Tang Liang trembled and wanted to jump down from the crocodile's back, but his legs were as soft as noodles and he couldn't run very fast.
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